Quatre chansons françaises - No. 1, Nuits de juin (四首法国艺术歌曲 - 第1首，六月之夜)

In summertime, at close of day, a heady scent

rises from the flower-covered meadows.

With eyes closed and ears half-open,

only a transparent half-sleep is possible.

The stars seem brighter, the darkness deeper;

a faint half-light streaks the eternal dome

and the pale, peaceful dawn, awaiting its time,

seems to hover at the edge of the sky all the night long.